I’m an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~

The operation is simple.

Dig a hole from a little hill about a kilometer behind the Jarkin army and connect it to the bottom of the tent. We're going to get them out of the basement. It's a classic.

Man romance and flat drills work great here! I was going to say, but the drill was too loud to be noticed, so I gave up. A man's romance is sometimes helpless.

Dig it out so that it is cut in an ultra-thin plane normally, and pile up the soil and sand appropriately. It turned into a small mountain, but it was not noticeable because it was originally a hilly area.

There is no doubt about the superiority of planar magic, but it still took a long time to dig a kilometer tunnel. By the time we finished digging holes under the four tents, the sun was mostly tilted west.

We have to measure the timing from here. There will probably be a change of watch in the evening. There may be an inspection at that time. We'll carry him out shortly thereafter. The next shift will be in the morning, so we can delay discovery until then.

While we wait, let's see if anyone looks great. I need to talk to you. A story that could be accompanied by physical pain. Sad, but this is s (abbreviated below).

Near the tent where the bullets were stored, there was all sorts of tents. It is one turn larger than the surrounding tent, and there are still two guards at the entrance. General, maybe it's the Commander's tent.

When the camera and the sound collector plane were sent in, a sturdy, dark-haired, late 30s appeared on the monitor plane. Dandy has a beard that's neatly arranged.

Mmm, black hair is a metastasizer!? For a moment, I thought it looked European or Latin. I'm not Japanese. No, not necessarily the transferees or rebirths are Japanese. Probably Chinese and Indians are the most likely, and it's no wonder there are Latino transferees. Prejudice is bad.

The man sits on the fur and seems to be writing something at the desk. Ink pot and quill pen. It says, "It's difficult to secure food and water," or, "The front is stuck as planned." He's a brilliant brush carrier. Looks like a report. Apparently, it's still in the general class. Let's texture and save this report for now.

Round the finished report, seal it with a roasted beeswax on the candlestick next to it, and pull out the ring of your left middle finger and press it against it. It's a sealed wax. I saw it for the first time.

When I rang a cool tone bell several times, one of the soldiers came in.

"You wanted to see me, sir? ≫

"Ah, the report. Please go to your home country. ≫

"Yes! Yes!"

Soldiers, who thought they were in their early 30s, respectfully received the report and left the tent after saluting the residence. You just said "My Lord." Could it be the nobility of Jarkin? It is possible that he has important information. I must invite you to talk to me.

For a moment, I was wondering if I would take the report, but I decided to leave it alone, judging that there was no particular problem. You should ask him for important information.

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As expected, the guard soldier changed in the evening. However, I sent a simple request, but it seems that there is no inspection. It was hard to get over it.

Drill holes in the floor of the tent to bring out guns and ammunition. Light transport on a plane. It's like an invisible belt conveyor. It's a mysterious ability to do things about me.

At the start of the transport, I noticed that this gun, it was a cartridge system with a built-in type. It's a bit strange how it evolved, even if it's a one-shot but not even a front-loaded formula. Too many things fly by. There seems to be no doubt that there are Transformers or Transformers. Looks like it's gonna be a mess.

Keep the guns and ammunition out of sight in a camouflaged plane on the rock. Next time I have to pick up a customer.

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"Hello, no, good night already?

Looking at me majestically from the entrance to the tent, the general quickly grabbed a one-handed sword beside him, showing a surprising expression. Hmm, that's quite a move. Looks like you're training there. I mean, that sword thing, maybe?

"... I don't think I had any guests today, but who is it?

With his right hand on the handle of the sword, he still asks questions with plenty of room. But just because I'm a kid doesn't mean I'm alarmed. You're not a civilian, you're a born soldier. Looks like you're stepping on quite a few spots.

"Surely you didn't tell me you were planning a visit? But I didn't come to see you today. How about a little sightseeing on the beach?

"... hmm, there must have been someone in front of me? What happened to them?

The killing spirit swells up in Russia. Hmm, unexpectedly, it looks like my subordinates think. You're a good officer. I've never met a Jarkin associate who's busy, but he seems to be quite sensible. Impressive, but enemies.

"Those are the clever ones, sleeping standing still. Maybe you're tired. Why don't you let him work a little too hard?

Of course I fell asleep. physically. It's flat, so it should look like you're working from afar.

Hearing that, the general smiles slightly at his mouth. That's a pretty nihil look.

"Yes, I'll order you to increase the number of people and reduce the burden from tomorrow.

"Yes, but do you want me to give you that order when you get back from sightseeing?

The officer is moving sideways from the writing desk while talking. You don't want to make a gap to jump. I stayed standing in front of the entrance. It's not between swords yet.

"I haven't heard your name yet, but where is it?

There is no obstacle between me and the general. We're only a few steps away from the sword. There's one more step ahead of me.

"Excuse me. I'm an adventurer in the city of Dorton, south of the kingdom, Beat.

"Yes, I was Count Lawrence Clay, 2nd Battalion Captain of the 3rd Division of the Holy Empire of Jarkin!

The Vicomte comes in time with the famous one. It's pretty fast.

But one more step, the time between the swords, let go of the right hand that was holding the handle, and spread its hand towards me.

"Fire!

A big softball fireball was thrown from his hand and he approached my face. Oh, this is the magic of fire!

The Vicomte put his right hand back on the handle of the sword and came to shove my torso straight out. Are you blind when you hit or not hit a fireball? Is it true? It's a pretty good collaboration. Looks like a stunning example of a combination of magic and swordsmanship. I'm not lost. I feel like killing.

Pesh.

Giiiiing!

"What!?

The eyes of the Vicomte are opened with surprise. I didn't do anything unusual.

I knew the Vicomte could use magic with signs. There was a dark red magic all over my body. As the magic gradually gathered in my right hand, I predicted that magic would fly from there.

So, as expected, the flying fireball was paid off with the left hand coated with a flat surface, and the sword was picked up with the blade pulled out with the right hand. That's all.

And yes, the sword. I thought it might be because of its size and fineness, but if you look at the sword like this, there is no mistake. It is a Japanese sword with a gentle warp of less than 80cm.

This is decisive, there are Japanese behind Jarkin. The Japanese probably have knowledge from the 20th century onwards.

After a moment of consternation, the Countess, prevented by his special collaboration, immediately backstepped back to leave. I know you want to redo the partition, but the move is bad.

I dash back and forth faster than the Vicomte, and as soon as the Vicomte's feet reach the ground, I grab their ankles and pull them down.

"Ugh!?

Without being able to accept it, the Countess, who flashly hit his back head on the ground, let go of his consciousness and grew big. It doesn't move even with tingling.

... you're not dead, are you?

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"Ugh... muh...

"Ah, I think I've noticed, village chief.

"Okay, let's get started.

Viscount Clay is seated in a wooden chair, with both ankles and torso enclosed in it. Your hands are tied behind your back and you can't move freely except from neck to top.

The place is an example suite. The next meeting between the village chief and the Vicomte... well, there's no point in making amends, so if you break up, the interrogation begins. It is up to the Vicomte whether or not he will be tortured.

"I'll tell you first. The magic was sealed.

The Count's neck is fitted with a leather collar. It is said that this is one of the magic tools, the "Magic Seal Collar". Just like that. They say that wearing this collar prevents them from successfully manipulating magic and using it. However, if I try to take it off, I can take it off myself, so it makes no sense if I don't have it in a state of restraint. Subtle and user-friendly.

"It's nice to meet you. I am Dantes Weissman, temporary commander of the Defense Forces on the northern side of the Kingdom of West Midland. Oh, I don't need to introduce myself. Is it Lord Lawrence of the Flames of the Holy Empire of Jarkin?

When I took the Vicomte back and handed him over to the village chief, and gave him his name, he was so surprised. Apparently, this Vicomte was quite a celebrity.

At Jarkin's martial arts tournament, which is known for everything at a high level, if you compete, you will always be a swordsman involved in the victory. In recent years, I have not appeared because of my age, but I was the top winner in history. It seems to be one of the people the Kingdom has listed as a precaution.

"Ah, it's nice to meet you, Lord Whirlwind. I don't think it's rude to be dressed like this, but I was brought here shortly after I got dressed up by a nasty kid there. I hope you will forgive me.

I shrug my shoulders slightly. The taste in front of me is more important than such disgust.

Me, no, me and Argna are eating. The time was already in the middle of the night, but I couldn't eat because I worked all the time. Argna had been waiting for me to come home, and the meal was not ready yet. Even though you're a fool, don't push yourself. I was a little happy.

That's why I decided to have dinner, no more dinner, while I waited for the Count to wake up. Because it is difficult, this large inn meal is at the expense of the village chief.

"Well, I apologize for the unintentional first meeting, but may I ask the Vicomte a few questions?

"Oh, ask me anything. But I hope you don't think I'll answer.

Hmm, still. This type of samurai is painless and torture is ineffective. It's going to be a lot of trouble.

"I want you to be honest with me... but I need you to convince me a little (...) so that my tongue slips better.

The village chief threatens, but the Vicomte doesn't even move his eyebrows. Seems pretty confident. The village chief looks at us. Oh, that's a bad feeling.

"This looks like a mess. Beat, do you have any good ideas?

Mmm, I knew it. Well, I'm not without hands. Answer while eating seafood pasta with salt, garlic and chili. This pasta sucks. I'll have Luca make it when I get back.

"Is it gentle and time consuming, or is it eggy and fast?

"Hmm, the sooner the better... by the way, what kind of hand are you?

"Use small animals.

"Small animals?

The village chief asked me strangely. And I'm not going to miss the fact that the Vicomte was so small.

"Yeah, well, that guy likes animals. It is also a type that attracts asylum to small and weak creatures.

"Nah, what are you doing, damn it, unfounded!?

The Count denies it with a impatient voice, but I can see it.

"The Vicomte's roots (ornaments and anti-fall accessories on the wallet) are so cute, aren't they? Is that a puppy?"

Everyone's eyes, no, other than Argna, who is obsessed with eating, are poured into the roots of the Vicomte's waist. The wolf of two lovely children is at the root of the composition.

"Hey, this is a gift... yes, it's a gift! That's why I had to..."

The Vicomte twists his body to hide, but he can't help it because he's tied to a chair. I'm just dancing weird. MP does not decrease.

"The ink pot on the desk, it was a little rabbit. Four little rabbits are peeking into it. And the handkerchief embroidery in the costume luggage was also a puppy. It was the bear's head that came out behind the luggage..."

"Stop it!!

The Count shouted loudly. We're still on our way.

"Please... I'll tell you everything... so please stop...

The Count begged for forgiveness, weeping. Is that too much bullying? I mean, I haven't been tortured, I haven't even begun an interrogation yet.

"The samurai pride is a mess.

"Hmm. This is horrible.

Argna, who was silently eating dinner, said, "It's all right. You've been listening, haven't you? And the village chief is pulling. Mmm. Am I to blame?

"The gentle one... by the way, what did the egghead say?

"Um...

Talk to the village chief in his ear. The mayor of the village, who had finished listening, blued his face and walked halfway.

"Well, how about that as a person? Where did you learn that? You've gone on a journey and become a bad character.

Don't pull. Is it that bad? I think BL cartoons would have been so normal.

The village chief slapped the Vicomte on the shoulder,

"I'm glad, I'm willing to talk. I'm really glad I didn't lose my dignity as a person.

"Is that so?

"Ah, it was so terrible that it seemed like a smile from the goddess. You made a good choice.

The village chief honours the Vicomte with loving eyes. Conversely, the Vicomte looks at me with a pale face. What an eye peeking into the abyss of despair. Am I desperate?

"A demon. I'm losing my appetite.

I'm sure you've heard about it with the beast's special hearing, Argna puts the fork down and holds her mouth shut.

Is that it?